I actually have fallen in love before and it ended in utter failure.. Nearly two years ago, so 11th grade, I went to a career-technical school instead of my home school where I met this guy... I didn't really think he was cute at first, I was drawn to him because he's a fan of kpop like me- and I hadn't met anyone else in my brief time period of obsessing over kpop who liked it as well. I started to pay more attention to him as he started to open up to my friend and I after we made him sit with us at lunch, since he was originally alone. I found out we had more and more in common and one day my friend and I finally got him to share his phone number with us, and I was ecstatic! It felt like the best day ever, and from that day on until the school year was nearly over we talked every day all day even after we came home from school. It was great.... Well, not always. To this day I still do not understand what was going through that guy's head. Some days he'd be extremely nice to me and do things to get to know me better and we'd get closer. But then the next day, or next hour even, he'd revert back and do something or say something mean to me and push me away again. He made me feel like absolute trash half the time but I couldn't let go of the times he made me feel like I was on top of the world. He made a habit of causing me extreme stress by making me worry about pointless things, or false things, just to get a reaction out of me. He would build me up just to tear me back down again but no matter how much this happened to me I just couldn't let go of him. Eventually, I got extremely depressed and there was one day I couldn't even face him at school so I stayed home- talking to him or my other friend as little and for as briefly as possible. That was dumb of me, but I didn't know what else to do. Over the course of the following summer I started to forget my feelings, not having to see him every day helped, and I forced myself to stop texting him every hour of every day. By my senior year, my feelings were nearly completely gone and a couple months into the year they had disappeared completely. Looking back on it I can't believe I held onto him for so long, but with it being my first love I had no idea what to do with myself or those feelings that kept building up and up so much that they threatened to spill over. I'm glad it's over with now, and I'm in love with someone much MUCH nicer than he ever was and probably will be to be honest. Hopefully it works out this time. :) (This was way too long if you read this you are a trooper.)
